I thought opting out of tedious TSA lines, crying babies and the assault on my nose from unkempt bodies, would save both money and my sanity. I didn’t factor in that every other traveler might have the same plan. Half a city of fellow motorists jammed the interstate, all of us seemingly headed toward the … Continue reading Puddle jumper
Category: Flash Fiction
No direction
An abandoned shopping cart, the store name nearly obliterated by time and weather, laid on its side in the ditch. A random motorist might notice it, but none stopped to claim it. Its current owner, watching the rain wash away the daily detritus from its wire frame, would have fought anyone who touched it. He … Continue reading No direction
Dead Money: Return to the scene
Pauley let the smallest of smiles break the tension. Millicent’s attempt to make her feel better was enough to snap her out of her pity party. “Even if your Love Potion worked as well as you said it would, we’ll still have a little time.” Pauley picked up the cloth napkin from the table, and … Continue reading Dead Money: Return to the scene
Archaeological dig
The graveyard was a source of embarrassment, and no amount of pleading to move it had helped. The solution was to pretend it didn’t exist. Her greatest fear was that one of her grandchildren would wander into it and get hurt. So when young A.J. strode through the living room wearing one of his grandpa’s … Continue reading Archaeological dig
Dead Money: Lies people tell
“Baby sitter? What the hell are you talking about?” Pauley wanted to punch Millicent in the face with her cup. “I just screwed up big time, I can be identified at a hit, and you want to talk about who wiped your butt as a kid?” Millicent let Pauley rant, this wasn’t going to be … Continue reading Dead Money: Lies people tell
A relief map
Her closeness raised goosebumps on his skin, a relief map of emotions to explore with her fingertips. Like love letters in Braille, tactile proof of his feelings for her. His palpable, and insuppressible, response to her had its own effect. Not accustomed to such a visceral reaction from men, she felt her own skin grow … Continue reading A relief map
Thin spiral notebook 